Testo Vimana - B.o.B
Testo della canzone Vimana (B.o.B), tratta dall'album Better Than Drugs
(Revolt) Rev-v-v-volt
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
And I don't save niggas, I show niggas how to save they selves
I got in the game, this ain't GTA don't play yourself
Gave 'em hell, off a counter where ain't shit to do but fail
Dodgin' sales, dodgin' shells, traumatized before you 12
Can't complain, that's the hand we got, them's the cards we's dealt
And it's crazy how they try da copy, can't even be yourself
It's a thousand of the same faces I can differentiate, apes, I disintegrate
You be playin' bestie with her, I do chest to chest-ie with her
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm, yuh
And I don't play bitches, most these bitches play they selves
I just slay bitches, you would think it's jingle bell
I just aim bitches, you would think it's AOL
I'm a Mack bish, and you shouldn't be Adele
Late up in your loft, drinking wine, singing slow songs
Baby, live your life 'cause it goes on
If you're such a big timer, bitch, get your roll on
Let go of your past, quit tryna hold on
Girl, you gotta love yourself before you can love me
Girl, you gotta want yourself before you can want me
Gotta be able to gas yourself, it's called self-esteem
Don't let these niggas sell your ass a dream
Calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform
And I don't hate on niggas, most these niggas hate they selves
Crippled by they album sales, caught up in that label hell
Hold they breath every time they drop, now they waitin' to excel
They confine inside they box, now they waitin' to Excel
Now they mad at you, 'cause they see you doin' well
Made it out, you prevail now they wishing you would fail
Man, it's crazy 'cause in your mind all you did was wish 'em well
Helped 'em up when they have fell, watched 'em stumble and didn't tell
And still, they resent you
'Cause you did a job that you was meant to
They get mad 'cause you return the shots they sent too
Was at the bottom, but I still reach my ascent too
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform
Credits
Writer(s): Jean Benoit Dunckel, Nicolas Jean Michel Godin, Bobby Ray Simmons Jr., Kim Candilora Ii, Nicola Kollar, Jaison Vincent Harris
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